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The Wounded Battalion not far from the pier.

Many wounded soldiers who can walk on their own or are supported or even carried by others are sent to the wounded soldiers' camp, and then a man in a robe and coat will give treatment according to the priority. The camp is just a camp with many tents in it. The tent is the main treatment area.

Thanks to Chunyang Palace's participation in the war, the young soldiers who were used as cannon fodder in the past had doctors specially responsible for the treatment, and many people were able to survive.

Because she did not dare to let Bai Yujun, who had never studied medicine, treat the seriously wounded, she arranged to treat the lightly wounded.

Last night, the rebels attacked a military camp on an island, and many wounded were sent this morning. The small number of Lingxu disciples led the local Langzhong to work before and after, and there were screams of blood everywhere.

Fortunately, there are enough cloth strips and enough herbs, thanks to the money from the powerful families in the southeastern states.

The huge tent was busy, and a few people came in with a wounded soldier.

"Doctor... hurry up and save my brother..."

The four soldiers supported a wounded soldier standing in the tent and shouted nervously. The wounded soldier being supported was still awake with blood all over his body. The seniors were busy and no one came to help.

"Doctor...Doctor...Please save my brother..."

The strong man with a strong back and a strong waist begged with tears on his face, but the doctors in Langzhong were all trying to treat the seriously wounded and couldn't help.

At this moment, a white figure with a ponytail appeared beside him.

"I'll come and put him on that table."

Bai Yujun pointed to the table used to treat wounds. Several strong men hurriedly carried the wounded soldiers over and put them down. Looking at this beautiful little girl, she wondered if she should trust her medical skills.

"Doctor, please, you must save our brother. He was cut several times by the gang of turtle sons..."

Before she could finish speaking, Bai Yujun raised her hand to stop her, and she kept making noise that interfered with the treatment of the wound.

Then, a few soldiers saw that the little girl was treating the wound with a method she had never seen before, her little hands were busy quickly, and they were not in a hurry to bandage.

First, wrap the injured leg with a rope to prevent excessive blood loss, then wash the wound with water in a bottle to check the location and depth of the stab wound, and find the most severely injured wound to check for broken blood vessels.

"Fortunately, the blood vessels are not broken, so they should be able to save their lives. It's up to you to see how your legs work."

He poured strong alcohol to clean the wound to prevent infection, took out a needle from the cuff, threaded cotton thread, and stitched up the wound as if sewing clothes under the frightened eyes of several soldiers. Every time the cotton thread was pulled hard, the wounded soldier would tremble. The suture is finally knotted, and the scissors are taken out of the clothes pocket to cut the cotton thread, sprinkle a layer of wound medicine powder and bandage it with a cloth strip.

The two larger wounds were made in the same way, and the small wounds were directly covered with a layer of medicinal powder.

"Okay, take it away, remember to change the medicine every afternoon."

"Thank you doctor...Thank you doctor..."

Waving his hand, Bai Yujun continued to pick up the new wounded for treatment.

In fact, here or in this era, Bai Yujun's treatment methods are at a very high level. It is not difficult to learn to do these. As long as you have been exposed to the knowledge of trauma treatment, you can do it very well. Others just sprinkle a layer of medicine powder on it. After all, the times and the limitations of consciousness cannot do much.

Just because Bai Yujun stitched needles just now is enough to make many old stubborn and pedantic scolded parents, whose body is affected by skin and skin, cannot be damaged, and the beginning of filial piety, this sentence is not a casual statement.

Wash the blood on your hands in the basin next to you. In order to prevent infection, you will wash your hands after each treatment.

This work is very torturous. Facing the smell of blood and meat all day long is torture for an 18-meter-long white snake. There is always an uncontrollable urge to eat the wounded in one bite. The smell of blood constantly stimulates me. With that incomparably keen sense of smell, Bai Yujun's eyes changed back to vertical pupils several times, almost scaring those wounded who didn't die on the battlefield to death.

Bai Yujun's medical skills are getting higher and higher under the constant tempering.

The person in charge of the management of the wounded soldiers is a senior sister Lingxu. She looks like she is in her thirties. Her name is Xu Yue. She is very skilled in medicine. After seeing Bai Yujun's treatment method, she quickly learned and made many professional improvements. More seriously wounded.

Several soldiers brought in a wounded soldier with a wound in the abdomen.

Senior Sister Xu Yue took a look at the wound and found that it could not be cured. Her stomach was cut, although her intestines were not broken, but it was stained with a lot of dust. In Bai Yujun's words, she would die of infection in a short time. Twenty years old.

"If you can't save it, take it out."

As soon as the voice fell, the old soldier who brought the wounded in, plopped down and knelt in front of Xu Yue.

"Doctor... My son is still alive... Please help him... He's only seventeen..."

Xu Yue shook her head and turned to leave, but the old man grabbed her sleeve.

"I beg the doctor for help... I kowtowed to you..."

The old soldier immediately kowtowed desperately and smashed his head heavily on the ground. The other two soldiers looked sad. The young wounded soldier lying on the wooden board kept shouting that he didn't want to die. Xu Yue was very helpless. This kind of injury is really hard to save. , Every day, people kneel in front of them begging to save people, very helpless.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly saw that Bai Yujun had just wrapped up a wounded man and was washing his hands~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Yujun, come here. "

Bai Yujun nodded and wiped her hands, came to look at the young man, the dark and burly young man, the wound on his abdomen was full of mud, which must have been caused by a fight and a fall while killing the enemy.

"Can you save him, I have nothing to do."

It's not that the cultivator didn't have a good healing medicine that could cure it, but that medicine was very precious and in small quantities, it was reserved for the cultivators to get injured, and it was impossible to give it to an ordinary soldier. The world of immortal cultivation was more realistic.

"I beg you... I beg you..." The old man still knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Bai Yujun sighed.

"I'll try, anyway, give me a chance, he's still young."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard it. In his opinion, as long as these fairies were willing to take action, there would be no one who could not be saved. Just as he was about to say his thanks, Bai Yujun raised his hand to stop it. At this time, there was no time to waste it.

Carefully looked inside the wound, the intestines were stuck with dust.

"I'm going to clean him, move it to the back, and I'll move two jars of wine."

The old man and two other soldiers carried the wounded soldiers to another tent at the back. Bai Yujun went to the supplies department to get two jars of liquor and a lot of cotton. To be honest, Bai Yujun had never done such a major operation and had no experience. But he couldn't just watch the young guy die, he could only do his best to obey the destiny, and be regarded as a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The young man hummed.

Bai Yujun directly opened his mouth and poured a few gulps of white wine, which was regarded as anesthesia.

"You guys, hold on to his arms and legs and don't move, or you will die, hold on tight!"

"Ah good!"

The old man ruthlessly pressed forward to hold the young man down.

He washed his hands and arms with white wine, took a few deep breaths, and stepped forward...